The Beauty of Life in You
I say I love myself,
I know myself,
I am myself,
But I am a woman screaming companionship.
Truth is in one’s self?
Glue sticks to paper.
A baby clings to its mother.
My thoughts penetrate this paper.
Dark is connected to light.
How do thee unbind?
You and me,
she and he,
makes we.
You’ve given me my first words.
I taught you how to braid.
We?
You say you love yourself,
you know yourself,
but as people,
we equals, me and you.
But do I see we when looking in the reflection of my mirror,
is your life more dear to you or we,
I thought past three days and two nights,
One single breathe ignites
And for the first time I realize the beauty of my life.
I know myself,
I am myself,
But I am a woman screaming companionship.
Truth is in one’s self?
Glue sticks to paper.
A baby clings to its mother.
My thoughts penetrate this paper.
Dark is connected to light.
How do thee unbind?
You and me,
she and he,
makes we.
You’ve given me my first words.
I taught you how to braid.
We?
You say you love yourself,
you know yourself,
but as people,
we equals, me and you.
But do I see we when looking in the reflection of my mirror,
is your life more dear to you or we,
I thought past three days and two nights,
One single breathe ignites
And for the first time I realize the beauty of my life.
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